my dearest love,
i long to embrace you again, to understand you and the magnitude of my love that i feel for you. it’s as if our memories together exist as a separate reality from all my other memories, the only subjects to exist being you and me even if surrounded by others. i don’t want to see no other, i don’t want to know no other, it’s only your skin that i want to get under and merge our atoms so that we become an inseparable-oneness. you’re the sun to my little, blooming bud of passion, only with you i can extend my petals. you’re the blood that runs through my veins, the rhythm to my heartbeat, my soul and everything beyond it as i’m in your eternal possession.

a cringe love letter that i wrote to a man that could not care less if i lived or died that i never sent. kill me lel.